The arachnid propped his head on his hand, another closing around his glass. The creature was charming, and radiated a certain kind of charisma that drew the unwitting spider closer making him want to be able to provide the answers to his questions. He sipped his drink, slowly this time, and made a general sweeping gesture with his hands.
"Everyone here thinks we're the scum of the city, low-life's specializing in organised crime and the majority of us money launderers. And that's mostly true. In my case, anyways. People won't hire us for fear of our pasts, people won't even give us a glance on the street. And fuck, it gets lonely sometimes, you know?" Words spilled from his mouth, a happy buzz filling him. "But all that's gonna change. We're making our mark on this city." His eyes flash, and he turns to the ginger with a small grin. The bartender lingers nearby, giving off the vibes of someone who was trying not to eavesdrop, but all the same listening to the arachnid spin his tale. He lowers his voice. "Truth is, we're looking for something." For a moment, he gives a vacant look, pausing for a second as if processing something. The face he was staring at was familiar. Pixie dust. He was the dealer who hooked him up the week he became homeless! He tried to search for a name that came to mind, but he honestly hadn't seen much of the guy concerning the black market. John? Joseph? Jasper?... Jack!
Minerva runs her hands over her hips, entertaining her client. She's not used to home calls, more used to the blaring of music and the cold steel of the pole meeting her skin, but her client pays good money, and that's all that matters. He props feet on her coffee table, something that makes her lips quirk in irritation. She says nothing about it however, caressing his face and gripping his tie to pull him into a teasing kiss.
A rumble of voice alerts her to him speaking. She stops, hands resting on her lap to listen to him in a crouch. Her eyes are wide, as if she's hanging onto his every word.
"You... Spiders. What do you do with all those hands?" It's an odd question given the situation, but perhaps she can twist the response into something more desirable. "I can show you." She winks, biting her lip and going back to fiddling with his tie. The blonde frowns, and throws her off her routine again.
"What about jobs? You can't all be whores and hired thugs." Her face grows hot, and this time she shows her offense and impatience with a narrowing of eyes. She answers in a level voice. "Some Araneae lead normal lives. Just like any other Creature. It's a common stereotype to assume all of us are into something illegal, although the sad fact is, most of us have to play into that just to get to where we are today. Most people won't hire our kind apart from for something criminal." She shrugs. "Like I said. It's easier to just embrace the idea that society has built up around us instead of proving it wrong." The blonde blinks, as if understanding.
"No more questions." He says simply, and Minerva gives him a bemused glance. He gets up to leave, tracking mud into her carpet and grubbling through his pockets for cash. The spider simply stands, arms crossed over her scantily clad clothing. He slaps the cash on her bench, and she looks at the notes and the numbers piling up. Then, he tips his hat and exits her apartment. Weird. She didn't even have to go through her routine this time.